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The Perfect Buns Restaurant
by Apollo
This story is intended to be quite long, and the start can be boring for people who like only the action. Still I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to write to me for comments and suggestions.
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"You would do a perfect waitress"
They were showering after their training and their Tennis match, as they did every Tuesday and Thursday since the past seven months. Emily felt a little embarrassed, like every other time Sarah looked at her in that way, like she was doing the x-rays. Now Sarah was pretending to evaluate Emily's appropriateness to work as a waitress, looking carefully at her voluptuous body, but Emily's impression was that instead Sarah was just very attracted by her, and that she just hadn't the courage to confess it. Not that she returned the interest, but being desired even by a wonderful girl like Sarah would make her even more proud of her gorgeous body.
"Are you sure that I could work there?"
"Obviously, you are so beautiful and your manners are so polite and cute, I don't see what's the problem. You need some extra money, right? And there they pay quite well"
"Yes, but..." Emily knew just a little about the restaurant in which Sarah had been working for more than one year, since she had never been very detailed in her descriptions. Just a few details leaked out from time to time, for example when Sarah's feet hurt and had cuts because of the high heels she had to wear all the evening, or the very revealing outfit she had to wear. "...you are very used to wear high heels, you have had ballet classes all your life, while I never wore anything taller than 2 inches!"
"That's not a problem! You can easily get used to high heels! I can teach you a few secrets if you want, but really you don't have to worry!" In reality, Sarah was looking forward to see her friend struggle to balance on high heels, and the thought itself excited her. She had fantasized a lot about Emily's curvaceous but firm body: she had never been lesbian, but after she met Emily in their first year of university and they became great friends, Sarah changed gradually her life to have more and more time to spend with her friend, and she gradually found herself very attracted by her rounded ass and big firm tits. While playing tennis she was often distracted by Emily's muscular and perfectly shaped legs, and she loved the way those 36DD breasts jumped when she ran.
"Well, since you say they need more staff, I think I can just try... I will give you my curriculum tomorrow, ok? If you can hand it to your boss..."
"Well I don't think your curriculum is very interesting. Unless you already have experience as a waitress. I mean, we are both 18, with just the school and some university... Your legs and tits will be your references! And my introduction, obviously. You don't seem the shy type, at least for what I know of you, so you shouldn't be embarrassed to wear that uniform. You saw my uniform, did you?"
Yes, Emily had seen the medieval-style heavily-redesigned low-necked extremely-short tight sexy uniform, and she had wondered how Sarah didn't feel embarrassed running from table to table in such a revealing outfit, while her clients were all elegantly dressed. But she thought that after a while you get used to it, every restaurant has its rules and what mattered is that the pay was very good.
"No, I think I can get used to that. And anyway, no, I never worked as a waitress... I have a lot to learn! I hope you will teach me!"
"Yes obviously I will teach you, but I'm sure you will learn quickly! Maybe we should start from the high heels: I don't want you to make me ashamed... that I introduced someone who can't adhere to the restaurant's rules. Tomorrow we will go to buy some sandals, so you can practice before your interview."
Saying that, Sarah was already slipping in her 4 inches flip-flops, that on her petite feet (and petite body) seemed even higher. She was Emily's exact opposite: very slim, almost skinny, with small tits, a tight ass and legs perfectly shaped by years of classic ballet. She discovered that ballet helped her a lot, when she stopped to grow up and she needed heels to arrive to a decent height. So the 5" sandals of the restaurant weren't a problem at all, while instead she envied a lot the bigger cleavages of her colleagues (and Emily's as well) that inside the white low-necked medieval camisole looked much better than her little tits.
After 10 days, in which Emily painfully trained to walk on her new "impossibly high" 4 inches stiletto sandals (the first day just a hour in her apartment, then longer and longer until she could resist all the day long, and even take the bus without falling on the floor!), Sarah managed to have an interview for Emily, and after a math class in university, they went directly to the restaurant.
Sarah had instructed Emily not to embarrass for anything, and to stress the point she had selected a few very revealing articles for Emily and for herself. Apart for her new hatred sandals, Emily was wearing only a white silk halter top without a bra, maybe too tight for her big bosom, that was perfectly revealed in transparency (especially her long big nipples) and remained completely nude on the sides, and some Max Mara elegant shorts, too tight as well, that hugged her big rounded ass entering her crack and sometimes even her big labia. Sarah instead had only a simple white linen minidress, transparent enough to reveal that she didn't wear any underwear, and a pair of white 5 inches strappy sandals.
Even if it was still summer, at the university they caught a lot of attention and even some whistles, but it was what Sarah wanted, to see if and how Emily would have reacted. Emily tried to show self-confidence and not show embarrassment or angriness, and passed her first (unknown) test.
Since it was Sarah's 19th birthday, they went to have a drink, and Emily's embarrassment melted a little, but in exchange she found more difficult to balance on her high heels in the crowded bus. Sarah instead, even with her feet vertically stretched, seemed not to have any problem. What startled Emily was when an old men started to fondle Sarah's bare buttocks, and she didn't move at all, but instead she turned and smiled at him, like she enjoyed the assault. For at least 5 minutes she remained quite and let him do, and Emily could easily imagine that the man had easily found Sarah's total nudity and was putting his fingers everywhere. How could she resist? When they got off the bus, her simple and innocent reply was: "I'm very proud when someone appreciate my beauty!". Now she started to really understand when Sarah said she had not to be shy of anything...
They were welcomed to the restaurant by the owner, and after the quick introductions he started his presentation and asked a few questions.
"Sarah told me that you are colleagues, and that you never worked as a waitress before."
"Yes, but I think it shouldn't take me long to learn..."
"We will see. Obviously there will be a training non-paid period of one month, after which we will decide if you will be part of our staff. Surely you have some of the qualities we ask to our waitresses... you know this is a restaurant for rich people, who not only ask nice food and an impeccable service, but they want graceful and smiling girls to serve them. The success of this place resides in our strict rules and is owed to all our wonderful waitresses... who are obviously well rewarded for their efforts."
"I will try my best to adhere to the rules and make the clients happy."
"Good! This is a very good attitude! I see that you already wear quite high heels, Sarah must have told you of our... dress-code here. What size do you wear? Five? Look for a pair of sandals in that drawer... you see, having a strict uniform means that I always must have a change for my employees, and since those sandals are especially made for this restaurant, better have a supply! Ah in the meantime, please strip of your clothes: our first rule here is 'no shyness'!"
It started to feel a little strange for Emily, but since Sarah had advised her not to be astonished by anything, and since Sarah already worked there and was safe, happy, and alive, she decided to fight her uneasiness and go on.
She found a pair of sandals of her size, and even before putting them on, they looked terribly uncomfortable. On a very thin and very narrow metallic sole, ending with a 5 inches metallic stiletto heel, was a very thin leather string that passed over the toes, then looped from both sides through a small hole behind the sole, and then ended in two very long ends, that had to be tied all around the calves up to the knees. She looked to Sarah quizzically and Sarah just nodded in response.
Then she sat down and removed her own sandals, her shorts, and fighting her shyness she removed also the rest. Her future boss was gazing intensely at her, and his intentions were clear, but what puzzled her was Sarah's gaze, that was somehow identical. She went on, and started to put on those terrible sandals. If her owns had been her last week's nightmare, those new ones would have been surely her next year's! The sole felt terribly cold and hard, and incredibly narrow: in its narrowest point it was almost half an inch wide, and it was of very little support for her foot! Not that the largest points were better: under her toes it was a few millimeters less than her foot, and under her heel it remained less than one inch. Saw from the front, her feet appeared completely nude, and felt from below, the sensation was they were actually nude, except they were forced in an unnatural and uncomfortable vertical position. The string was very difficult to adjust: if she pulled too much it hurt, but if she didn't, her foot wasn't supported at all. She tried her best and after a while she had her calves crisscrossed by the thin black string.
"Ok, stand up and walk for me, let's see how is your balance."
Yes, obviously, it seemed easy for him... but those sandals didn't collaborate at all! They didn't offer any support, it was just useless to try to lean her heels or soles: as Sarah had taught to her, she had to count only on her tiptoes, pretending not to have anything at all under her soles. It worked, but it was terribly tiring. The function of the string was more of cutting her skin and hurting her toes than of supporting her. Fortunately she hadn't to walk very long (this time... but what when she would have to run for 5-6 hours from table to table without a pause?) and the boss seemed quite happy: the effect of those sandals was always assured, making the hips and tits swaying, and all the muscles on the legs lovingly contracting.
"Ok, stay here in front of me, we have to talk about the rules and your salary."
It was clear that she had to remain standing, so she just stopped there, a little embarrassed of being completely nude in front of two dressed people, and not knowing were to rest her arms. Covering herself wasn't an option, so she decided to cross her hands behind her.
"I hope that Sarah didn't tell you about our rules... they are the little secret of our success."
"No, I just knew about the shoes and I saw Sarah's uniform."
"Ok, so let's start from that uniform. It must be worn without any underwear. Yes I know it sounds weird, since it's very short and it can reveal easily your nudities. But let's say that some of our clients would be quite happy to see a glimpse of your bare bottom and pussy. Some of our waitresses are so happy if a client is satisfied that they even prefer to bend over, to pick up something, instead of crouching! And after a while some get so used not to wear any underwear that they don't anytime", pointing to Sarah, whose labia could be slightly seen through the thin fabric of her dress. "This means also that all your hair, anywhere, must always be perfectly shaved. I see that you take your pussy quite in order but I'm sorry that if you want to work here you must get rid of that little bush".
"Second rule, still about the uniform. For equity, I decided that independently from the height, the ratios should remain the same. So even your shoes are a little higher than 5 inches, since originally they were designed for a size 4 half. Now the hips/waist ratio I decided is perfect for that kind of dress but is a little unnatural (but very attractive!), so many girls must wear a waist cincher to fit in the dress, and I think it will be your case, even if your figure is naturally curvaceous. Lets measure your hips." in the meantime Sarah, who knew the procedure, had already taken the tape and was measuring Emily's hips, that were founded being 36 inches.
"Now, the ratio to wear those uniforms is 9 to 5, that means that your waist should measure exactly 20 inches. Let's see if you can reach that measure and how comfortable you feel." Sarah had already reached for another drawer where there were some white brocade waist cinchers, and she selected one that could be used on Emily. Then she placed it on her from behind, closed the front hooks and started to tight the lace on the back. In the meantime Emily was still doing the very easy subtraction: her waist was 24 and something, so this meant that she had to reduce it of... FOUR INCHES! It was just impossible to achieve! How could she breath? But if Sarah did it almost every evening...
While she felt the tissue tighten and tighten around her waist, she tried to relax her muscles, but it was impossible due to those hateful sandals! Moreover, her feet had started to ache, but she wanted to resist, at least not to make Sarah ashamed. Then, after the interview, she could decide not to accept the job.
In the meanwhile, the boss was going on with his explanation: "Your salary will start very low, let's say about 300 euros/month, but it will increase every month of 200 euros, so at the end of the year - your first contract will be one year - you will get quite a lot. You will have to work 5 evenings a week: surely Friday and Saturday, and then other 3 days in turn. Moreover, when that contract ends, you will get a 4000 euros prize, plus all your tips that in the meantime we will collect - in your first year here you are not allowed to take tips. This is done to build our waitresses' loyalty, as well as to compensate for your inevitably poor performance in the beginning. I know well how difficult is to run with the plates from table to table with those heels and the waist so tighten, and to remain always smiling, so I don't expect you to perform well from the start. You will have to learn, to sweat, even to hurt, but I want you to assure that your strain will be rewarded in the end. After the first year your salary will remain the same, and this means that, including the tips, you could earn more than 3 thousands euros a month... Quite a lot for a waitress, uh?"
She listened, and Sarah tightened.
"I insist a lot on smiling because our first duty is for our clients. They pay a lot for their dinners, and even if we have some of the best chefs, our clients expect more from this place. They know they will be served by wonderful and sexy girls who love to make them happy. And don't think they are all men or there is any subtle kind of prostitution! They are often couples, sometimes even families! Clients' happiness will be your first duty, at any cost. This is a very important rule here: a client's dissatisfaction will be punished, as well as any other waitress' misbehavior. And this is the last thing I had to tell you: as long as you will work here, you will be subjected to my jurisdiction, and it includes corporal punishment if you misbehave. It can be very light like a spanking, or painful and harsh with a flogging or something worse. This is because our clients must know that whatever deluded them, will never repeat. And also because seeing other's pain is a good lesson to adhere to the rules. But don't worry: in your trial month you will never be touched, and if you learn well and always behave correctly, you will always be safe."
Long after she thought her waist was going to break or she would suffocate, the lacing ended, and her torso was forced to stay up, and with it her big bosom that now was fully and proudly showed. She had to breath much more lightly than normally, but at least she was alive. 'Always be safe'... this was already painful enough! How could Sarah survive in such a kinky place, working in such an uncomfortable condition, with the risk of being flogged? Ok the salary was very good - after one year - but she wasn't sure she could stand all those strange things. Yet she was kind of attracted by all this perversion. It was almost a challenge, and she always liked challenges. Moreover, Sarah had born all of this for almost one year, and though she saw her almost everyday, she never guessed anything. Yes she met Sarah in the second semester, but this meant that in less than 6 months she got used to it. If Sarah did, why she couldn't?
"Walk a little, and tell me how you feel."
"Well, I must admit that it feels quite strange and uncomfortable. I must breath calmly and my feet hurt a little. With all this change of posture it's a little difficult to keep my balance. But I think that with a bit of practice I can get used to that." She was lying: it was almost a nightmare to walk in that condition, every step was painful, and had to be carefully computed, because now she had to use completely different muscles to keep her balance. Her torso was useless, it was kept completely still. Her soles were useless, with all her weight on her tiptoes. Yet she managed to walk in quite a graceful way, not to delude her friend and her friend's boss.
"Very well! Emily, compliments, you seem born for this job! I am sure you will even learn to enjoy it! And we have here an example that it is actually possible" pointing to Sarah.
"Eheh... yes when I began I was just desperate to have a job, and I was very frightened by all the rules, the very tight dress, my nudities always exposed, the risk of the punishments... It's not an easy job, Emily, I have to tell you. I took it as a challenge, and it was very very hard in the beginning. For a month, every evening I went out of here almost crying from the pain, the embarrassment, the weariness. I cried every night, the morning at the university all my body ached, and I knew that in the evening I had to start it all over again. I was lucky that I had done years of ballet and walking on tiptoes wasn't a problem, but my natural hips/waist ratio was smaller than yours, so the waist cincher was much more painful on me in the beginning. I really hated it! But now I'm used to it, and I'm even happy of the hourglass figure it gives me: probably you didn't notice it but in the past 3 months I often wore it even during the day, under my normal clothes. Emily, I love this job. If I hadn't, I would have never proposed it to you! Don't you think? I trust you Emily, you can do it!"
"Yes, I am thinking of it... And this waist cincher doesn't hurt much... And I don't want to delude you. Ok, I will try this job." She couldn't believe what she had just told! Her body wanted only desperately to be freed from those tortures and go out of that place! Yet now she was walking to and fro with 2 plates, trying to show that she could not only walk, but even bring 2 plates, now 3 plates without losing her balance.
"Great! Surely Sarah will be happy to train you... it's almost time to start the evening, so, why waste time? I have other things to do: Sarah, take Emily to the changing room, pick a dress of her size and help her to wear it. This evening Emily will be your shadow, so she will see how to behave. Oh and please, ask for a razor and remove that bush, ok?"
Something clicked in Emily's head: all this challenge started to have a strange aura of interest, even arousal. Her body never felt all those sensations together, and all that pain and stimulation, all that shyness of being totally naked, was acting somehow like a drug, her judgment wasn't clear anymore, all she could think, over and over, was "I must win this challenge. I don't want to delude Sarah. I don't feel the embarrass, I'm not shy to expose myself. I must bear all this pain. I can beat all this pain. It is part of me, now and for the next year. I will get used to it. I want to learn to enjoy it."
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